This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1568: 433 Headless Horseman and Yeager Blade

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The figure was clad in a suit of Garcia’s Armor II, seemingly drenched, with drops of black liquid dripping from the edges of the armor to the ground.

Even from such a distance,

Matthew felt as though he could hear the sound of the liquid hitting the ground of the city wall.

Headless Horseman?

He blinked.

Who knew that the next second,

The Headless Horseman would have disappeared, leaving only an old horse exuding an air of exhaustion on the wall.

The old horse was all skin and bones, chewing something in its mouth while its hooves shifted restlessly on the spot.

It seemed to sense Matthew’s gaze.

The old horse also looked in his direction.

Matthew’s gaze met the horse’s,

He tried to understand the almost human emotions in the horse’s eyes—

"Eager?”

"Expectant?”

"Or desirous?”

Matthew blinked again.

The old horse too had vanished.

It was as if what he had just seen was merely an illusion!

"Did you guys just see something on the city wall?”

Matthew asked his companions.

However, whether it was Jassiliven or Vampire Moson, or even the keenly perceptive Claire,

They all said that the city wall had been empty all along and they had not noticed any creature.

"It might have been the manifestation of a grudge

Jassiliven said:

"This city harbors too many grudges, and some are not visible to everyone, only appearing to specific people.”

"Similar scenes often occur in the ruins of dungeons.”

"These grudges, usually reluctant to manifest, are generally harmless; they merely have some unresolved obsessions, some are instinctual actions left in their repetitive consciousness, while others are hoping for outsiders to assist them

"What did you see?”

Matthew responded:

"A Headless Horseman and a very haggard-looking old horse.”

Jassiliven asked:

"What Race, and what appearance?”

"Didn’t it ask for your help?”

Matthew shook his head:

"I couldn’t tell the Race, he was quite tall but definitely not a Troll.”

"Might be a person from history lingering as a complaint, shouldn’t be a big issue.”

"Let’s move on, see if there’s a way in.”

The group continued along the city wall for a while.

The reason they didn’t simply climb over the wall was due to the powerful barrier they sensed above the old city,

Or rather, the ceremonial field which possessed strong gravitational attributes.

When you ascend into the sky,

A multiple gravitational field would be exerted on you, thus hindering your movement.

Initially, flying seven or eight meters off the ground is almost without any effect.

But just ten seconds later,

The gravity your body endures would increase to twice the original.

The higher you fly and the longer the duration, the more severe the gravity penalties become.

According to Matthew’s Spell Identification and interpretation,

Once airborne within the city for more than three minutes at heights exceeding five meters, the penalties imposed on the flyer would extend beyond multiple gravities.

Gravity Reversal, Chaotic Force Field, Gravity Storm, and even the feared Void Turbulence, dreaded even by legendary professionals!

All these could potentially be sanctions.

Thus, directly leaping over the city wall could likely invite unnecessary disasters.

"Once inside, we’ll need to test how this height of the Gravity Ritual Field is calculated.”

"Does standing on the roof of a two-story building, without feet off the ground, count as flying?”

"If flying is not possible, what about Climbing?”

Matthew pondered silently.

Unfortunately, he didn’t possess a Gravity Domain, otherwise, he might have tried to decrypt the ceremonial field here.

Even if only a small part was decrypted, it could provide them a significant home field advantage!

They walked along the city wall for about four to five minutes,

And soon, a side gate appeared in their view.

There was only one arch.

The arch was empty, and beings under 2.3 meters could simply walk through.

"There should have been a wooden door here, it’s just been removed recently.”

"Look, they even left clear footprints, seems like a group of unprofessional folks.”

Sener glanced near the door,

He slightly bent down, took a deep breath, and quickly made a disgusted face:

"Fishman.”

"Probably from the same tribe as those we encountered on Guardian Island.”

"I hate Fishmen.”

Matthew curiously asked:

"Why?”

Sener looked at him strangely:

"Do I need a reason to hate Fishmen?”

"If you insist on a reason, can it be because they are ugly?”

"You wouldn’t think that just because we both belong to the Evil Camp, I would fancy those monsters that only know how to blabber, would you?”

"Don’t be too arrogant, kid. My sense of aesthetics is much higher than yours, I can guarantee that.”

Matthew touched his nose, he wanted to retort, but just at that moment,

He suddenly spotted a black mark on the corner of a building behind the gate!

Matthew approached it.

"The mark is brand new, expertly made.”

"Seems like we don’t need to worry about our Zor companion being devoured alive for now.”

Sener came over expressionlessly.

The mark, drawn with a charcoal pencil, depicted an arrow piercing through a heart.

This was a quite classic Zor Secret Message.

The mark itself was a magic rune, visible only to those marked by Zor as companions.

The direction indicated by the arrow

Should be the information Mira intended to provide to Matthew and the others.

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